Posted by: W. E. Poplaski | September 30, 2008

POEM OF THE DAY: Old Friendship

by Eunice Tietjens (1884 – 1944).


Old Friendship


Beautiful and rich is an old friendship,

Grateful to the touch as ancient ivory,

 Smooth as aged wine, or sheen of tapestry

  Where light has lingered, intimate and long.

   Full of tears and warm is an old friendship

    That asks no longer deeds of gallantry,

     Or any deed at all – save that the friend shall be

      Alive and breathing somewhere, like a song.



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